At times I really miss my little sister, Lucky, but now I’m the top dog around our house. I must admit that Lucky was quite bossy and got on my nerves a lot. She hoarded all of our toys and tried to steal my snacks and she also wanted too much attention. Our dads couldn’t take us for a walk many times because Lucky barked at everyone and everything and was not at all behaved.
Now things are different. I’m much more relaxed. I can have all the toys to myself, but I don’t touch Lucky’s favorite toy, out of respect for her. I can eat my meals in peace and I don’t have any competition for snacks. I also don’t have any competition for attention. I get it all!
I also go for a walk every day, which I love so much that I want to go several times during the day. I go right to my leash and harness whenever I want to go for a walk. When I am walking with my dad I mind my own business and don’t bark at all. Whenever I meet another dog I don’t growl or bark, but simply do my sniffing to get to know them. I even wait until I get home to pee!
I get to visit the neighbors (for even more attention) with my dads and simply lay at their feet until they are ready to go home. However, when it gets near my bedtime, 9:30, I start getting antsy and want to go home.
Life is different and life is good. I’ll keep you all up to date on how I’m doing. Keep reading my blog, please.
It’s been almost 3 months since our little girl, Lucky, suddenly left us and crossed over the rainbow bridge. We haven’t forgotten her for one minute since her passing. We have spent our time making a permanent memorial to Lucky, in the form of a pond and a small garden. She loved running around the backyard with Cato, chasing the birds and rabbits, and smelling the flowers. We know that in some ways she is still doing this in her own little garden.
Many times when Cato is in the backyard, he looks around, as if he’s looking for Lucky to join him. We are sure Cato can see her. Even though Cato misses Lucky he has blossomed into a new dog, showing his newfound strength and talents. He is now the top dog and will continue the tradition of Cattle Dog Kids.
When a pet dies, it’s not simply the death of a pet or an animal, it’s the death of a beloved member of the family. When a pet crosses over to the rainbow bridge it’s not only the human members of the family who grieve but the pet siblings also grieve. But sometimes we forget this.
It’s now been a little over a week since our little girl, Lucky left us. Her pet dads, Kevin and myself (Steve), were needless to say devastated, and are still suffering from our loss. I am brought to tears when I do the laundry, as Lucky was always at my side whenever I washed our clothes. I always had breakfast with Lucky and shared my banana with her. Kevin no longer has Lucky at his side whenever he cooks. When our pool opens it will be particularly hard because Lucky was always the first one in the pool with Kevin. Cato never liked swimming though and never went into the pool. But this is not about Kevin and my grieving. This is about Cato.
Cato and Lucky were born on February 27, 2014, and they were never separated, until Lucky’s passing. When they were neutered and spayed the vet asked to keep Cato overnight with Lucky because they both put up such a fuss. When Kevin and I went on a week’s cruise we boarded them at a dog hotel, and once again the kennel owner had to put them in the same kennel so they wouldn’t bark and cry all night.
Cato and Lucky were nothing alike. Cato is very sensitive and laid back, yet protective of his little sister. Lucky, on the other hand, was very bossy and overly energetic. I don’t think Lucky thought she was a dog because she never liked to be with other dogs, other than Cato. She barked at everything and eventually got Cato to join in. We tried several times to walk them both together, but Lucky made this a major undertaking. We tried the dog park, but Lucky would have nothing to do with the whole experience. Cato was okay with the adventure, but he was a bit too nervous. We tried taking them both to CountryMax, but Lucky barked a the other animals and tried to steal the toys and treats. Once again, Cato was okay albeit nervous.
Even though Lucky was rambunctious she was extremely loving, always covering us, and other people she knew with tons of kisses. Cato has always liked to cuddle and kiss too and constantly craves attention. Whenever we bought toys for both dogs Lucky would end up hoarding them all for herself, barking and growling if Cato tried to take one. Even though Cato and Lucky would occasionally fight over a toy, they would end up going to bed and cuddling together.
The times when both Cato and Lucky would relax are when both Kevin and I would be together watching television in the living room. If Kevin was in his basement office working and I was in another room, Cato and Lucky would be unsettled and wouldn’t relax until Kevin and I were together with them. Just like good cattle dogs are supposed to do – herd!
When Kevin and I went out and left them in the house alone, Cato would go upstairs to the bedroom and lay on the bed looking out the window for our return, and Lucky would stay downstairs looking out the window for any sign of our car. If we just went next door to visit the neighbors, leaving them in the house, they would bark and howl until we returned. Lucky howled the most and occasionally peed on the floor to punish us for leaving.
Since Cato and Lucky had never been apart we were very worried about how Cato would react to Lucky not being here with us. When Kevin brought Lucky’s body to the pet crematorium it was the last time Cato and myself saw our little girl. When Kevin left, Cato went to the bedroom, where Lucky passed away, and began looking for her, smelling the spot where Lucky peacefully passed. He then went room to room looking for his little sister. When Kevin returned home, Cato was afraid to go near Kevin, probably thinking Kevin brought his sister away and she was not coming back. After a couple of hours, Cato seemed to lose his fear of Kevin and allowed him to approach him.
On the first day, Cato didn’t want to eat. He would go to his food bowl but look around for Lucky. He continued to look for Lucky before he started eating for a few days more. We moved his bowl to a new location to help him establish a new routine. He’s now back to eating normally. He gets his treats as usual and doesn’t look for Lucky trying to steal his treats. After a couple of hours, he was okay.
Lucky had a favorite toy, a stuffed monkey, which he wouldn’t let Cato play with. If Cato managed to get the toy away from Lucky, she would bully him until she got it back. Cato has not gone near that toy and refuses to take it if it is given to him. The toy is now in the bedroom, on the floor, where Lucky passed. Cato hasn’t really played with many of the toys they used to play with together, so we took Cato to CountryMax to pick out his own toy. He was very good on his walk throughout the store and paid no attention to any of the other dogs in the store. He ignored the treats and most of the toys and then finally picked out a big stuffed hedgehog, which he hasn’t let out of his sight.
Every day now Cato goes for a walk, something that was just about impossible, with his sister. When we go next door to visit our neighbors Cato comes with us and lays down, enjoying simply being with us. He acts like a completely different dog. He is not anxious and doesn’t whine to go home. When we leave he walks calmly to the gate and waits to go back into our house. When we are all in the house Cato doesn’t let either of us out of his sight, but he is quite calm. When it’s his bedtime he goes to bed and goes right to sleep. For a few days, he would lay on the bed and stare into space, as if he was looking at Lucky. He isn’t doing this much anymore. He still looks around for Lucky when he goes down to the basement, but as time goes on this is becoming less obvious.
Yesterday Kevin and I went to pick up Lucky’s ashes. Sadly this was on Kevin’s birthday. Instead of leaving Cato at home, we decided to take him with us for the half-hour drive. On the way to where we were to pick up Lucky’s ashes, Cato was nervous and excited, probably because he has never been on a car ride this long. When we picked up the urn and drove back home Cato was oddly much calmer and seemed to relax. Maybe he knew his sister was coming home. He was very happy when we all got back home and he was exhausted.
Kevin and I will still miss Lucky dearly, but we will cherish Cato even more now. We have these memorials to keep Lucky in our hearts forever, but the best tribute to Lucky is to give all of our love and attention to her brother Cato and care for him the best we know how. We are all still grieving, but Cato is showing us how to be brave. Lucky’s big brother is taking care of all of us now.
When Lucky suddenly passed I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue with this blog, but Kevin convinced me to continue as a tribute to Cato. Even though Lucky is not physically with us she is still one of our Cattle Dog Kids.
Welcome to our birthday party. Eight years ago we were born into this world and 2 months later we joined our dads’ family as their favorite kids. I know we don’t look happy, but our dads make us wear these silly hats and pose for photos before we get to eat our cake. Little sister Lucky scarfed down her cake in no time, while Cato, the gentleman he is, took his time. As always we enjoyed our party and especially the cake and the treats. Wish you could have joined us. Thanks, Dads!
It’s 19 degrees and snowing heavily. We’ve had our dinner, brushed our teeth, and been outside to pee. One of our dads is in the basement playing computer games and the other is sitting across from us on the other couch watching television. We have had our dinner and brushed our teeth. And we’ve been out in the cold snow to pee. We’re all comfy on our couch (not really ours, we have to share). What more could we ask for? Maybe more treats, but that is wishful thinking. What a life we have!
I have 3 favorite spots in our house. The bedroom where I love to sleep on the bed. The basement, where I can watch the sump pump. And my all-time favorite, the kitchen. Cato’s favorite spot I think it the bed, or any place where both of my dads are at the same time.
I am rarely away from the kitchen when it is occupied by one of my dads. Of course, I am as close to the kitchen table as I can get during mealtime. At breakfast my dad, Steve shares his morning banana with me, and sometimes with Cato, if he isn’t being picky. My dads always try to give us healthy treats, but once and a while we get a piece of meat or, our favorite pizza crusts.
My brother Cato is not as vigilant as I am when it comes to looking for the odd piece of food that could fall of the table or counter. He usually just lies under the table sleeping until he hears my mouth chewing. Then he sits up and waits for something to go his way.
In the picture above you can see me, Lucky, on the left, and Cato, on the right watching every move our dad Kevin is making, just in case, he drops something as he prepares a charcuterie board for a party. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a thing. Oh well, next time!
My dads are always calling me a pig for constantly looking for something to eat. But as I see it, I am only helping the floor stay clean by scarfing up any food before it hits the floor. It’s a job that requires a lot of patience!
We usually only beg from our human parents, but we are asking for help from our readers. My dad renewed this website for another year. He was considering canceling our blog because of the cost, but we begged for one more chance.
He has to pay $120 a year to be able to publish our blog so everyone can see what we are up to. Unfortunately, my dad cannot advertise with Adsense or Infolinks to help pay for maintaining our blog, unless he pays a lot more money to upgrade. He’s retired and is not a millionaire. It’s not as though he wants to earn thousands of dollars a month, even though that would be nice. He did manage to place a couple of ads for Amazon and Chewey, but we don’t think they really work. WordPress does place ads on our site and we have earned all of 3 cents in the past year.
My dad has decided to try giving our blog another year to see if he can afford to pay for the blog and buy us treats, at the same time. He is placing a plea for donations to help pay for our subscription and website and hopes some people reading about us will help and chip in a few bucks as a donation. So if you want to continue reading about us and buy us some treats please help and make a donation.
Seven years ago Lucky and I were born. In April our dads adopted us and brought us to live with them in their new home. Today (February 27) is also the day that our dads arrived in the United States from Malaysia to live permanently. Three years ago our dad Kevin received notice that he passed the qualifications to become a US citizen. Tomorrow is also our dad Steve’s birthday.
Because there was so much to be grateful for our dad Kevin cooked us all a big meal. For our birthday he cooked us steak, carrots and cabbage. We even had a roll. Our dads had crab legs, which we didn’t have. Because we had so much to eat we have to wait until tomorrow for our birthday cake. It’ll be another great day for us. We will share the pictures of the birthday cake tomorrow. Here are a few more pictures of us eating our birthday dinner. See how well behaved we are sitting at the table!
My sister, Lucky.
Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday Cato and Lucky, Happy Birthday to us!
Sometimes our humans try to sneak away and work in the front yard or talk with the neighbors across the street. They think we don’t know where they are, but nothing escapes our watchful eyes.
From this vantage point, we can see if there is anyone walking down the street or if the mailman is coming. If there’s a dog being walked or a delivery truck on the street we always sound the alarm. Our humans say we think we own the street and everyone has to ask our permission to walk down the street or welcome company into their homes. That’s not true, but it would be nice if it were. We may be cattle dogs, but we’re good watchdogs too!